Erik's hands smoothed down her back, pressing the length of her body against his own. She whimpered a protest when his mouth left hers but it was silenced when he pressed numerous kisses along her neck and collarbone. His hands, which were still on her back, moved down to her plush rear and he cupped her, pulling her against his obvious arousal. Christine moaned softly against his mouth when he kissed her again, his hands going to the laces on the back of her dress. They undressed each other slowly and when both were fully naked Erik lowered them onto the quilt.
Christine stared up into his eyes as his hands began roaming over her body. Wherever he touched he left a trail of fire in his wake. Christine's body was flushed with need and she let her hands do their own exploring. He slowly began to kiss his way all over her body and Erik loved the way that Christine moaned whenever he touched her. She was Aminta to his Don Juan.
"You are so beautiful," he murmured when she arched against him when he took her breast into his mouth to gently suckle. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled him close. His hand smoothed down her breasts, her flat stomach until his fingers slowly sank into her hot center. She gasped and kissed all over his warm chest. His tongue began an erotic dance with her own as his fingers moved inside of her, coaxing her to find her pleasure. Christine wanted to give him something as well, and knowing that if it felt good to her then it might feel good to him her hand slowly left his back and wrapped itself around his manhood. Erik's arm, which had been holding him upright, gave out from under him and he collapsed against her as her curious hands stroked him. Knowing he would not last that way Erik reached down and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from him and kissing her fingers.
His arms wrapped firmly around her back and he pulled her against his chest when he finally joined them as one. Christine gasped against the flesh of his neck as he moved gently within her, promising her pleasure with each powerful thrust. Christine looked up into his impassioned face and realized that she was slowly but surely falling in love with him. Love had never been on her mind before, how could it possibly be now? What had Erik done to worm his way into her heart? What was she going to do about it? She had no idea and the idea frightened her. She did not like the unknown and love of this sort was unknown to her.
Christine was torn from her thoughts when pleasure washed over her body, sending it spiraling into ecstasy until she collapsed underneath Erik. He came a moment later, his groan soft and hoarse as he gave her his life's seed and slowly collapsed on top of her, his arms staying wrapped tightly about her.
xXx
Erik turned to look at Christine once more. She was lying on the quilt, having fallen asleep from their intense lovemaking. Her legs were bare because her only blanket was Erik's evening coat. Her costume lay in a pile not far from her and he told himself that he would come back in an hour and see if she was up so he could help her get it back on. He needed to return to the party but he did not want to wake his wife. She looked so peaceful sleeping as she was and he did not want to drag her out of that peaceful sleep. Smiling at her one more time he silently left the room, wondering what the pain in his heart was at having to be separated from her for a even an hour.
Natasha felt a cold rage wash over her as she silently slipped into the small study. Christine Desslar was lying on a quilt, Erik's evening coat lying over her as she slept. The girls costume was next to her and Natasha knew all to well what the two of them had been doing while their guests attended the ball. As she gazed down at the young woman before her Natasha had an unexplainable urge to kill the young girl where she slept. She looked so damn beautiful lying there and she hated her for taking Erik away from her.
What did this woman have that she did not? What did Erik see in her that he did not see in Natasha? Why was Christine good enough to be his wife but she herself was not? Well, revenge would soon be hers.
xXx
"Erik?" Christine whispered, opening her eyes sleepily. She had not meant to fall asleep but the feel of Erik's arms around her had been comforting and she had allowed herself to relax. But Erik was not beside her and his coat was what was keeping her warm. Sighing she sat up and pushed some curls that had managed to slip free from her braid away from her face. Christine slipped his evening coat on and stood, unable to keep in her smile when his coat fell to just above her knees.
"How sweet," a voice murmured sarcastically. Christine's head snapped around to see Natasha standing in the shadows...a pistol in her hands.